A journey of a walking shadow.
Two minds go apart. What an irony!
Let the moving moments write a different tale
of love, a lyrical balar unheard.
Passionately so close, physically, though, far,the
time does know.
The’r a couple of an exception , yes, a rare indeed.
The mirror reflects the face of a clock which shows
it’s midnight.
She gives a knot in her blue sleeping gown and a care
of a night cream with the finger as an artist does with
a brush on an easel
He, a movie maniac, doesn’t have any thirst for her
beauty burning and dissolving like a candle.
Better he knows the sub-titles of the Italian movie
where the heroine succumbs to death knowing her
husband’s extramarital affair.
Is love a lost passion?
Is it a bell?
Can it still conquer two hearts?
The questions make an inroad in her mind as she
clutches the side pillow in faint blue light.